After the Pleasure, the Proposal. He arrived as if it were nothing—my friend of many years, the kind of friendship that, every now and then, gets lost between the sheets. The connection was always easy: the conversation flowed, the laughter came freely… and the lust, inevitable. That afternoon was no different. Few words, many touches. The chemistry already knew the way. We made love as always: intense, captivating, full of surrender. A shared pleasure. Afterwards, still with our bodies warm and our breathing returning to normal, he got up, put on his pants, and looked at me with a smile and a mischievous look. — Guess what I'm going to do now? — What? — Ask so-and-so to be my girlfriend. I blinked slowly, processed the sentence, and could only laugh. Yeah… only him to sleep with me first and declare his feelings later. But that's life, right? At least I came first, hahaha.